Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

After making sure that Rong Xuan couldn't see him, Song Shutong's steps became lighter and he couldn't help whistling.

The rhythm was brisk, like the chirping of birds, but it sounded indelibly eerie.

“Hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo~”

In fact, time was not that tight, but she was a little confused about what that guy meant, so she had to suspend the test for the time being.

According to his original intention, she should play dumb so that they can get along peacefully and he can let her take advantage of him.

She provided him with emotional value, pretending to be a friend to this 'poor little thing'.

But from the conversation just now, he didn't seem to be thinking of hiding.

She now has very little information about the Holy Mountain.

She wouldn't open up to this little Moon until she understood his situation.

But should I avoid contact with him altogether?

Tsk, how is that possible.

Not to mention that her funnel-like body would feel better when she was with him.

The most important things in life are eating, drinking and having fun. Now I can only rely on him for food.

When it comes to beauty, no one in the world can compare to this Little Moon.

So, being with him can barely be described as fun.

Although I can’t go to the opera theater anymore, it’s still nice to listen to him talk.

Otherwise, I would just stay on this mountain, year after year, day after day, and turn into a stone.

Why not have more fun while trying not to get into trouble?

Moreover, foolish people will only die in their sleep.

But for those who have no ability to think, the happiest thing is to know nothing.

Thinking of this, Song Shutong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

If her mother knew that she was so frivolous to the Son of God, she would probably faint from anger.

At this time, more and more people gathered around. Seeing Song Shutong laughing so loudly without any manners or etiquette, they frowned and wanted to lecture her.

Unfortunately, Song Shutong had first-rate escape skills, and with the added bonus of accumulating enough divine power from Xiaoyueliang, he was able to crush Lingbo and slip away directly.

After returning to the room, Song Shutong picked up the Holy Mountain Chronicles that he had never even looked at before.

In the year when the Son of God was born, the author, who is always stingy with words, used three pages to describe the scene at that time.

The text was full of gorgeousness and splendor. When Song Shutong finally saw the description of the Son of God, he couldn't help but think of what the Master once said.

The book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.

So, does this count as there is a bright moon in the book?

Bright moon, oh bright moon, what a strange bright moon.

I read a few more pages, but still didn't see anything important.

But Song Shutong was not a meticulous person and just threw the book aside.

Her interest in that man was only enough to support these few pages.

After falling into a deep sleep, it was another regular day.

Contrary to Song Shutong's guess, Lord Bai Ze did not come back immediately.

But as they were on duty on the first day, the subsequent work was none of their business.

Coincidentally, after each hall had its turn, Lord Bai Ze appeared at the right time.

The sheep was barely eaten after Song Shutong carefully picked and chose it.

Since going up the mountain, Song Shutong has been secretly trying to find out news about the Son of God.

Now we have achieved some results.

Most of the people on this mountain have simple minds, so it is not difficult to get information from them. The hardest thing is to find someone who has information.

It's really strange.

This is the holy mountain closest to the Son of God, but surprisingly there are many people who have never seen the Son of God.

This incident itself is a very important piece of news.

Is that guy trapped?

But, with his great strength, who could be the chain that trapped him?

The information we learned from people who knew the news was also very limited.

Smart and aloof are the keywords surrounding him.

Of course, these were all extracted by Song Shutong himself.

When everyone mentioned the Son of God, their attitude was almost fanatical, even to the point of losing reason.

On the way to meet Rong Xuan, Song Shutong looked at the moon in the sky and threw stones in his hand from time to time.

God is my witness. Before she met Rong Xuan, she had great respect for this Son of God who protected her.

And why is it happening now?

Let him blame himself. He doesn't understand why the moon is so noble and comes to the believer.

As he was thinking about this, Song Shutong remembered something funny.

It would be really fun if Rong Xuan could hear what she was thinking even when he wasn't around.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

Fang Zheng will not die, or even if he dies.

There were a lot of thoughts in her mind, but the sound of the bell on that person drove her thoughts away.

When you arrive at the old place, as expected, you can't see Rong Xuan at first glance.

He would definitely hide in a tree, waiting for Song Shutong to find him.

After he was discovered, he would sometimes want to linger for a while, and then Song Shutong would directly pull him down.

And sometimes he would be very decisive, with the corners of his clothes fluttering down like a butterfly.

Her posture is elegant, and her waist, which is tied up by a belt, is extremely thin.

The hair is spread out like the Milky Way, and the small flowers in the hair are always blooming, emitting a faint fragrance that makes people intoxicated unconsciously.

The ringing sounds came from all directions, and the wind would cooperate with his game every time.

Soaking in the pool of divine power does not make the body tired. In this case, if you want to find him, you can only rely on feeling.

But coincidentally, Song Shutong was able to find Rong Xuan every time.

She looked up and called him: "Rong Xuan, I found you, come out quickly."

Today he moved very quickly and jumped directly down from the tree.

He rarely wore white, which made his affectionate eyes look cold and indifferent.

Ruying's lips were also white, like the ice crystals on flower petals.

Rong Xuan asked Song Shutong: "Why can you find me every time, but no one else can do it?"

Song Shutong tilted his head and thought for a moment, then replied without any confidence: "Intuition, it's always a feeling that tells me where you are."

He blinked, his pupils so clear that they seemed about to break.

“That’s an answer that can’t be replicated.”

Song Shutong took out his chair with a smile, put it away and said to Rong Xuan.

"The fate between people cannot be replicated, right? I am willing to summarize everything between us as fate."

After hearing what Song Shutong said, Rong Xuan was silent for a while, and then corrected Song Shutong's words.

"It should be fate, your fate."

Song Shutong was roasting a chicken-like monster in a good mood. When he heard this, his eyes darkened.

But after just a moment, he regained his usual smile and spoke in a frivolous tone.

"Isn't it my destiny, not yours?"

After hearing this, the eyelashes of the person bathed in the moonlight drooped.

The white robes were like white butterflies that sucked his blood and flesh and drowned him.

He has the glory and beauty of this world, yet he seems to have nothing to do with this world.

He thought for a long time. He seemed to be always silent tonight.

“I am a person without destiny.”

He finally spoke, so softly that no one could hear.

"Your fate is my fate."